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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.