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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 MDC to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.