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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.