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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.