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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.