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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.