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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Little Man,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.