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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.