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 Eritrea 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.