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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.