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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.