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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.