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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.