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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.