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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.