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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.