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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.