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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.