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 China and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Slave,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.