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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.