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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.