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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.