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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.