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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Pole,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.