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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Unwound,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.