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 Portugal and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.