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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.