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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.