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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.