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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.