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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Lyres,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.