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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.