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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.