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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.