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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.