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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.