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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.