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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.