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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.