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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.