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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.