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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.