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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.