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 India and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Lyres 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Litter,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.