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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.