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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.