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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.