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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.