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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
UT,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.