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 Iraq 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.