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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
JFA,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Smog,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.