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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.