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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
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.