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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.