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 Finland 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Organ,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.