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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.