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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Ossler,
ABC,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.