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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.