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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.