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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Q65,
MDC,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.