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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.