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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.