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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.