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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Brick,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.