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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.