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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.