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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.