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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
DNA,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.