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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.