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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.