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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.