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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.