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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 Columbus and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.