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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.