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 Hungary and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.