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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.