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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Nas,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.