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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.