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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.