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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Television,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.