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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.