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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Names,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.