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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.