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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.