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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Gories,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.