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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.