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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.