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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.