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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.