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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.