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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.