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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.