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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.