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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.