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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.