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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.