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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.