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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Ronan,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.