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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.