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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Brick,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.