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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.