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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.