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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.