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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.