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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.