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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.