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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.