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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.