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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.