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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.