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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.