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 Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.