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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.