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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.