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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.