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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.