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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.