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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.