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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.