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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.