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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.