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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.