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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Flipper,
cv313,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.