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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.