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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.