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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Angels of Light to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.