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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
10cc,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.