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 Malta 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.