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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.