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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.