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 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.