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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.