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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.