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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Saints,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.