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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers 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 grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.