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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.