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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.