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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.