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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.