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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.