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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.