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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.