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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Fear,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.