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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 10cc to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.