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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.