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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.