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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Make Up 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.