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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.