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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Brick,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.