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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
MDC,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.