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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.