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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.