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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.