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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Wings,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.