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 Greece 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.