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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.