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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.