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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.