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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.