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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Scion,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.