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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.