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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express 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?
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Monks,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.