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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Saints,
the Association,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.