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 Spain 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.