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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.