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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban 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.