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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.