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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Fear to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.