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 Togo 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.