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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reagan Youth 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.