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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.