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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Smog,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.