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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.