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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
a-ha,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.