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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.