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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.