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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.