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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.