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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.