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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.