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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.