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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.