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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Television,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.