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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Association,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.