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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.