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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.