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 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.