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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
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.