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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Main Source to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.