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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.