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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.