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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.