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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.