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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.