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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.