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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Slave,
Black Pus,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.