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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Inner City,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.