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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.