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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.