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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.