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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Martian 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.