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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Wire,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.