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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.