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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.