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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.