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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.