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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.