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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.