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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.