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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.