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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.