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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.