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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Slits 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Liliput,
Wire,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.