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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.