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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.