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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Index,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.