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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.