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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.