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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.