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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.