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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.