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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.