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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.