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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.