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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.