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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.