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 India 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.