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 Antigua and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Visage,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Monks,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.