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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.