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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.