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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.