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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Camouflage 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.