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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.