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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Visage,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.