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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.