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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Can,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.