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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
UT,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.