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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.