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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Nas,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.