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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.