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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.