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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Cymande,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.