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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.