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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
the Swans,
UT,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.