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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.