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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.