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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.