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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.