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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
10cc,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.