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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.