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 Cameroon 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.