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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.