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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.