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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.