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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.