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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.