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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Lalann,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.