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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.