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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.