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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.