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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.