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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.