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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.