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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.