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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.