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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Index,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.