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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Scion,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.