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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.