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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.