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 Solomon Islands 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.