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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.