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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.