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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.