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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.