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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Slave,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.