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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Brick,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.