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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.