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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Interpol,
Moebius,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.