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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Television,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.