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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.