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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.