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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.