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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Brick,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.