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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.