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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.