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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.