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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.