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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.