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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Busters,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.