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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.