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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.