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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.