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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.