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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Marmalade 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.