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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.