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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.