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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.