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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.