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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.