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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.