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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
The Names,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.