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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.