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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.