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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.