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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.