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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.