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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Franke,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.