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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.