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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.