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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Gong,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.