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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.