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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.