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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
X-101,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.