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 Canada 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.