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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.