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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.