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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
UT,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.