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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.