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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
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,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.