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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s 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 Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.