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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.