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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.