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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.