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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.