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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.