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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.