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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.