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 Namibia and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 ABC to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.