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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.