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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.