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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Wings,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.