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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Slave,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.