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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.