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 Switzerland 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
X-101,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.