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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Q65,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.