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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.