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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.