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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.