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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.