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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.