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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Motions,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.