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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.