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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.