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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
UT,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.