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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.