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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Names,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.