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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Index,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.