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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.