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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.