Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.