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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.