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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.