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 Accra.
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 Paris and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.