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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.