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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.