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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.