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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.