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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Television,
Deakin,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.