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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.