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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.