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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.