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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.