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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.