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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.