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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.