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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.