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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.