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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.