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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Pole,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.