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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.