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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.