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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.