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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.