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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.