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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.