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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.