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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.