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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.