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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.