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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.