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 Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Fear,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Suicide,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Can,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.