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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.