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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.