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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.