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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.