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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.