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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
CMW,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
X-101,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.