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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.