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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.