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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Fear,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.