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 Guyana and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.