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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.