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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Ice-T,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.