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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Hashim,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.