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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
UT,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.