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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.