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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.