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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.