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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gories,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.