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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.