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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.