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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Liliput,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.