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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.