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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.