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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.