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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Can,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.