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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.