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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.