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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.