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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.