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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.