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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.