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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.