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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Fear,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.