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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.