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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.