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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.