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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.