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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Television,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.