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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
the Association,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.