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 Libya 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.