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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.