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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.