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 Andorra 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Magma,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Nico,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.