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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Scion,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.