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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.