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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.