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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.