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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.