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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.