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 Portugal 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.