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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.