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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.