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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.