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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.