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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.