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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.