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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.