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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
New Order,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.