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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.