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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.