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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.