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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 New Order to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.