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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.