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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
EPMD,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.