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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.