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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.