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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Interpol to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Fear,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.