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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.