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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.