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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.