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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.