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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Franke,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.