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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.