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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.