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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.