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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.