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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.