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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
The Index,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
DNA,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.