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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
New Order,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.