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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.