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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.