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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.