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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.