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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.