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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Magma,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.