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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
CMW,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.