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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.