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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.