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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.