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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.