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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.