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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.