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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Jandek,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.