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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.