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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.