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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.