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 South Sudan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.