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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.