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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.