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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.