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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.