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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.