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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Magma,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.