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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.