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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Television,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.