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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.