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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
ABC,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.