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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.