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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.