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 Paraguay 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the funk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.