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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.