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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.