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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 X-101 to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Inner City,
The Move,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.