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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.