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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.