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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.