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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.