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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.