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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Crime,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
The Wake,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.