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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
June of 44,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.