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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Slave,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.