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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.