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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.