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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.