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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.