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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.