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 Benin and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.