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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Television,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.