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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Pole,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.