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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.