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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.